Chapter 137: [The First Night] (9600 words)

The room was not large, roughly the same size as a standard hotel or inn guest room, with a similar layout—a bathroom in the corridor upon entering, and the bedroom further inside.

The room's decoration was very simple; the floor and walls were all covered with wooden planks.

The furniture inside was simple: one bed and one table. On the bed lay snow-white sheets, quilts, and pillows.

Time flew swiftly; the once spirited self seemed to have had time stolen away during an occasional moment of daze, and only upon snapping back to reality did he realize he was already thirty years old.

The village head and the middle-aged man exchanged glances, as if it truly made sense; a feng shui master indeed also helps people with fortune-telling.

With a "let's try it" mindset, the instant the online chat call was connected, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was dumbfounded by everything he "saw."

She looked down at the stone in her hand, as if re-evaluating the difficulty level of this secret technique.

Fortunately, his Yanyan was naturally a bit silly, and he had laid sufficient groundwork, so she should not be struck down by that monster Qianrenxue.

Zhu Puyu shrugged indifferently, walked gracefully to her front, and stared at her dress, sizing her up from top to bottom.

Xingxing smiled and beckoned to Zhou Sese; Zhou Sese took a deep breath and stepped closer to the child and the man.

Discovering that the average monthly rent for villas in this area of Magic City was around thirty to forty thousand truly made Zhou Ran feel he could not afford it.

Dahua played with her younger brothers and sisters at the village entrance; Dahua was quite good, taking very good care of the two newly arrived younger siblings.

Precisely at this moment, an even more troubling matter appeared: within the Eastern Palace, Crown Prince Li Chengqian became increasingly unworthy, and his relationship with several Grand Tutors was very strained.

He even saw some Demon Gods, struck by massive boulders crashing in from the volcano's rim, fall into the magma, screaming in agony on the spot and turning into smoke.

Moreover, this Tower-Holding Heavenly King Li Jing was actually dragging a precious pagoda in his hand; this pagoda looked surprisingly similar to Feng Yi's Universe Pagoda, and a layer of sealing qi emanated from it.

Next, Miyamizu Mitsuha recounted in full detail the incident of being possessed by a malevolent spirit that had happened to her that morning.

"This official? You! You are slandering with false blood? What evidence do you have to claim this official is a traitorous rebel?" Lu Lian stepped forward excitedly.

The cries of battle continued for a long time, while the village head hid trembling in the corner of the room.

The guards suddenly surrounded them but dared not get too close; some guards even gripped their sword hilts, wearing expressions that said, "Whoever you are, it doesn't matter."

They unleashed their pressure, surging toward Qin Chuan; the immense pressure caused Qin Chuan's Dao injury to flare up again, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Highness, this Prince must return to ask the steward whether the roof of the Jing Prince Manor has been repaired, lest the wind and rain these next few days make this Prince even more wretched." As soon as Ji Mohanfei's voice fell, he leaped out of the pavilion in an instant, just as he had arrived.

Sometimes, Yang Fei was deeply confused; as merely an ordinary registered disciple, what could he possibly have that the Black Alchemist would want? To seize his body—could there be a secret hidden within his body?

Halfway through speaking, the mercenary suddenly drew a short knife and stabbed fiercely at Heishi's back. With a "clang," the blade tip shattered.

Hongzhou looked at Li Yu with displeasure; Li Yu was so frightened his limbs went weak. How had he offended this prince just by coming to deliver a message?

Xia Haoran concealed himself in the air, silently observing the giant ancient tree below, his heart also filled with shock! Moreover, he sensed an ancient, weathered aura mixed with an unknown sense of dread flowing through the tree trunk.

"Mr., we need to exchange at least one hundred worth of chips here." A young man in a black suit approached; he appeared to be the manager of this floor.